I wanted to make sure I had a record of this threat posted by an administrator in the honor’s college. I would say something, but the administration already knows about it. In fact, I’ve noted my concerns twice when interviewed by human resources. And I suspect this individual knows that I’ve voiced my concerns. Ultimately, I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what I think, write, or say, unless it figures negatively on me in some way. I tried.

What my title suggests is that it doesn’t matter what I believe. Everything is what it is. But I will say this. You want to teach the conflicts regarding evolution (Texas Tea Party People) in high school, and along side with creationism? Let’s talk about teaching the conflicts in the bible, starting with the two Eves in Genesis 1-3. One Eve was created equal with Adam. Equal. Simultaneously. The other Eve was taken from Adam’s rib. Noah was a drunk. Teach that, and you have my permission to teach religion in high school. Well, not quite. Anyone who teaches religion anywhere needs to teach the contradictions and conflicts.

I’m excited to try making sweet pickles out of my melothria. Garden Betty has a great looking recipe. The way they’re growing, I’m guessing I’ll have enough for a jar in a week or so. I’m also adding red onions, sweet red peppers, and maybe some fresh sliced jalapenos.

Mom and dad were staying at the house, but they were out for the evening. They left a Christmas present that I wasn’t supposed to open yet. I did, though, and saw that they had given me a wonderful high-tech laptop. I opened the box a little more and saw a letter and a check. I was trying to figure out how to rewrap it when I heard them come home. I looked up at the ceiling in my office (where the present was), and I saw two enormous black spiders (about the size of my fist). Their legs were blue with copper-colored ball joints. I shouted WTF? and lay down on the floor. The spiders, which had grown even more, landed on me. Dad went for help, but I couldn’t stand the thought of the spiders crawling on me so I jumped up. The cats decided to eat the spiders. I guess the cats were all right. I knew I would have to deal with the opened present at some point and then woke up.

I might have some clues about parts of the dream. I was googling insects yesterday in preparation for my research class. I spent a lot of time looking at insects. That doesn’t actually explain the dream, though.

I think it’s time to sell everything I don’t love and need so that I can buy a truck and horse trailer. I want to enter a Competitive Trail Challenge.

I can trade in my car for a hardy used truck, and I suspect I can get a trailer for decent price. Big garage sale on the horizon. Like I said, sell everything I don’t love or need. Remove the clutter and embrace the things that really matter.

I know how to do this. I put everything I want to keep in one or two rooms and sell everything else. I’d place tags on everything. It’s called a “tag sale.” I’d hire people I trust to help. As I look at my Florida room? Well, I see lots that could go.